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Chapter 6: Into town
Olivia heard a gentle knocking on the back door and immediately went to see who it was. She glanced at her watch. It was just before nine o’clock. Bryan had decided to take the morning off and had left ten minutes earlier with an obviously very nervous Lisa sat next to him in his car. Olivia couldn’t help chuckling to herself. The little minx was in for a very embarrassing morning! When she opened the door she found Rebecca Starky’s nephew standing there.
“Hello Matthew,” she said cheerily.
“Hello Mrs Brite, my Aunt said you wanted to see me.”
“Yes I did. Come in for a minute will you…oh and call me Olivia.” He followed her into the kitchen where she went to a drawer and produced an envelope which she handed to him. “We never got the chance to thank you for all of your help with the harvest last year so I wanted you to have this.”
“Thank you very much,” he said gratefully, slipping the money into his pocket. “That’s really nice of you.” As they both turned back towards the door Olivia smiled slyly.
“Matthew, could you spare a few minutes for a little chat?”
“But of course Mrs Bri…er…Olivia,” he answered. “What can I do for you?”
“Well you don’t know my niece Lisa do you?” He shook his head. “She’s staying with us for the Summer. Now…” Her voice dropped to a whisper.
“…she knows about boys, she’s told me all about her experiences, her sexual experiences, but it’s time for her to grow up.” She treated the now surprised youth to a beaming smile. “I love her very much and she has a problem so I want to help her if I can. Do you see?”
“A problem?” The puzzled expression on the boy’s now slightly flushed face almost made Olivia burst into laughter but she managed to control herself.
“Yes, I’m afraid she has a complex about herself.” He frowned.
“Why is she fat or something?”
“No! No! She’s very attractive and has a wonderful figure. It’s actually more personal than that. You see she’s incredibly shy and very concerned about her girlhood. You understand?” The youth’s face grew redder.
“You mean her…virginity?” The disbelief in his voice made Olivia smile.
“Yes exactly. Now that you’re a man,” she paused allowing the compliment to ignite his ego, “you know what girls really want.” His eyes were growing ever rounder.
“Er…yes. You mean they want to have se…”
“Yes sex. I knew you’d understand! It shows how mature you are.”
“You’re right Mrs Olivia I’m eighteen,” he said proudly, and far too quickly, which caused Olivia to smile once more.
“I know I’m right Matthew and I think you could be just the one to help my poor niece. I’d feel very reassured if I knew you were teaching her.”
“Are you saying you want me to have sex with her?” he asked incredulously.
“Yes Matthew.”
“But she wouldn’t agree. I don’t even know her.”
“You’re correct again so you’ll need to find an opportunity to persuade her or maybe even trick her into it. I know you’re intelligent, you’ll easily think of a way.” Olivia watched with glee as the boy struggled to come to terms with the outrageous proposal.
“You’ll be helping me if you can help my poor niece. I’ll sleep well knowing that she’s managed to overcome her shyness and entered womanhood. What do you think?” The flush in his cheeks had grown stronger. He just nodded.
“And I think these are yours,” she said, handing him a packet of condoms. “I found them in your overalls pocket.” He looked back at her with shock on his now red face.
“Don’t worry! I’m not going to tell your Aunt about your adventures with the baker’s daughter. I’m very good at keeping secrets!” Her laughter brought a relieved smile to his face. “So will you help me?” He nodded again, this time more convincingly.
“Good I thought you would. Bryan and I are going out this evening so you can babysit Lisa for us. It’ll give you a chance to meet her and maybe even carry out your little task for me.” Olivia smiled smugly to herself as she closed the door. A delicious trap and so easily set!
Lisa was staring at the fields as they sped past. She was feeling horribly worried and horribly turned on both at the same time! The thin summer dress was far too short especially as she wasn’t wearing any panties. When she’d slid into the cars front seat the hem of the horrid thing had ridden up. It wasn’t long enough to sit on, so her bare bum and pussy were in direct contact with the warm leather. Being naked beneath the dress was making her feel terribly nervous and very vulnerable. Uncle Bryan was concentrating on his driving so hadn’t spoken to her since they’d left the farm and as the journey continued she gradually became aware that the area beneath her bum was getting hotter and hotter. She realised he’d turned on the heated seat but didn’t dare complain. Instead she tried to sit quietly. But it wasn’t long before she was squirming and fidgeting, she just couldn’t help it. Her poor pussy was really really warm and starting to drip! Suddenly she squealed as her Uncle slapped her sharply on the bare skin just below the hem of her dress. It stung horribly.
“For goodness sake girl, sit still! What’s the matter with you?” he asked irritably. From then on she did her best not to move, surreptitiously squeezing her rear cheeks together as she tried to cope with the prickling heat building beneath her. What didn’t help was that each vibration and bump from the road caused a surge of tingling between her legs. And her breasts, unfettered by a bra, wobbled and bounced with every jerk the vehicle made sending little sparks of pleasure through her nipples as they rubbed against her dress. They were very swollen and had been incredibly sensitive from the moment she’d woken up. No doubt this was partly due to her awful experience with the milking machine the day before. The memory of her delicate nipples being sucked unmercifully by the horrid machine made her squirm. But now they were sticking out and feeling soooo tender! Why was she feeling so horny? She could feel hot sticky fluid oozing once again from her pussy. It was making the seat slippery! She was so so ashamed. She shivered with anxiety. What would Uncle Bryan say when he saw the mess she was making?
“Out you get.” Lisa looked at her Uncle apprehensively. She didn’t want him to see what she’d done! They’d stopped in a car park at the end of the small town’s main street. A few people were wandering past but it wasn’t busy because, being after nine, most people had already gone to work.
“Hurry up we haven’t got all day!” he snapped. As she reluctantly lifted her bum from the warm leather her cheeks and the lips of her pussy stuck to it for a fleeting second before sliding back together. The resulting rush of intoxicating pleasure made her face flush with embarrassment and she almost groaned out loud. She bit her lip as her Uncle’s voice immediately ordered her to turn around. Both of them stared at the shiny smears that covered the seat where she’d been sitting. In the crease of her bottom she could feel the hot stickiness and her face burned.
“What on earth have you been up to?” he asked sarcastically. Lisa’s face glowed with embarrassment.
“Well don’t just stand there girl wipe it up!” She looked helplessly at him.
“Have you got a cloth please…Sir?” she asked very quietly. Shaking his head he pulled a duster from the glove box.
When she’d finished wiping up the mess she held the now moist cloth in her hand.
“What shall I do with it Sir?” she asked meekly. His chuckle made her look up sharply. After locking the door he walked around the car and stood next to her.
“Get your skirt up, right up above your waist. Go on!” he ordered gruffly, taking the duster from her. Lisa immediately began to look up and down with street with panic in her eyes. Oh God someone would see!
“P…P…P..Please Uncle!” she stammered. “Not here!” His amused eyes revealed exactly what she feared. She was going to have to do it! With her heart hammering in her chest and her face the colour of beetroot she lifted the dress up. She knew there wasn’t any choice, she had to be a good girl no matter how embarrassing it was or she’d be punished! Worriedly she glanced back and forth along the street praying that no one would approach.
Bryan Brite looked at the soft hairless mound and licked his lips as an erection immediately began to grow in his trousers. Having the girl submit to him was becoming increasingly exciting, especially as she was so physically appealing. Ignoring her gasps and groans he unhurriedly used the cloth to wipe her girlish slit. Lisa slumped against the side of the car and almost collapsed as the intense sensations surged through her pussy. She couldn’t stop her legs shaking as the material parted her slippery folds and slid over her agonizingly sensitive clitoral knob.
“Turn around!” Whimpering she did as she was told staring worriedly over the roof of the car as she scanned the street for members of the public. Luckily there was no-one close by.
“Hold it up. Right out of the way, come on,” he ordered. Lifting the hem high she lewdly revealed the fullness of her rear curves then moaned as his hands roughly parted them. Slowly the slippery cloth slid over her clenching bottomhole and then teasingly between her delicate labia. Again she slumped forwards against the car door and unable to stop herself began pushing rudely back against his hand. It was only by chance that she didn’t come all over his fingers!
Lisa hurried along at her Uncle’s side as he strode down the street. Her face felt incredibly hot and she was still trembling from his intimate invasion. Besides the wetness between her legs she was also horribly aware of her stiff nipples. Embarrassingly they were sticking straight out, forming two very visible points in the front of the thin dress, and were bobbing up and down as they rode the braless globes of her bouncing breasts. Each time they passed somebody and she noticed them staring at her shameful sexual display her face blushed furiously. Thankfully they soon stopped outside a shop called “Dreams”. She followed Uncle Bryan inside, closing the door carefully behind them. At once she saw the rails of dainty underwear and immediately began to worry. Please No! Please don’t make me have to try things on! It wasn’t a particularly large shop so she couldn’t help glancing at the frilly items arranged on little hangers as she was led towards the counter at the back of the room. A middle-aged woman, accompanied by an obviously bored school boy, was looking through a rack of brassieres. They were the only other people in the store. The boy looked with undisguised interest at Lisa as she walked past, his eyes drawn first to her stiff nipples before he looked directly into her face. Her cheeks bloomed with heat and she quickly stared down at the floor.
“Can I help you?” asked the young girl behind the counter.
“Hello. Yes I’m sure you can,” said Uncle Bryan. “We need some underwear for my niece here but I was wondering if Mr Palt was in today?”
“Yes he is. I’ll just get him for you,” she said, as her eyes quickly flickered over Lisa’s partially concealed curves.
With a sense of foreboding Lisa watched as the smiling girl returned with a tall thin man who immediately held out his hand to her Uncle. They greeted each other like old friends and were soon standing just out of earshot immersed in a hushed conversation. They treated Lisa to an occasional glance as she stood in front of the counter nervously twisting her fingers. She was also horribly aware that the girl was staring at her curiously.
A few moments later and she found herself being guided towards a door with a “Changing Room” sign hanging above it.
“Dress off, hurry up. Mr Palt is a very busy man, he hasn’t got all day.” Standing in front of the two men in the small space Lisa couldn’t believe her ears.
“P…P…Please Uncle not in front of him! Please!” she pleaded.
“Are you trying to annoy me young lady?” Bryan Brite asked, his voice taking on a threatening tone. The tall man was looking at her expectantly. He began to chuckle as he pulled a tape measure from his pocket.
“Is she always this disobedient?” His smirk made Lisa’s cheeks flame once more and a tear began to form in the corner of her eye. She knew she was going to have to do it. Knew she was going to have to strip in front of them. Have to show them everything! Have to let them look at her hairless pussy and stiff nipples! Nooooooooooooo! Please No! Reluctantly she unzipped the back of the little dress and drew it off her arms before quickly pushing it down past her hips. Stepping out of it her face burned with humiliation as she sensed the shopkeeper’s eyes travelling over her nakedness. Automatically she attempted to cover her vaginal slit with her hands whilst doing her best to conceal her boobs behind her arms. But it was hopeless. Her full globes bulged out displaying their embarrassingly hard tips to the grinning watchers. A smile spread across Brett Palt’s face.
“Well hang it up girl!” her Uncle suddenly snapped. “And stand up straight!”
Trembling Lisa stood in front of them with her arms at her sides whilst they both ran their eyes over her exposed physical charms. She couldn’t help shying away as the man took a step forwards.
“Keep still,” he snapped. Lisa squirmed and moaned helplessly as the stranger ran his hands lightly up the curve of her stomach before cupping her wobbling breasts. She looked desperately at her Uncle Bryan but he simply smiled at the panic in her eyes. As the horrid man lifted and squeezed her soft globes she groaned and then squeaked with dismay as his fingers closed on her sensitive buds. For several moments her cries and gasps filled the cubicle as he cruelly pulled and pinched at the engorged tips.
“Nice and firm Bryan and her nipples are like rock. No doubt the little tart drips like a tap too!” Both men laughed. “I’d say a 36 but I’d better measure her to be sure.”
“Hands on your head girl.” Lisa did as she was told guiltily aware that being touched by the man was causing a totally unwanted reaction between her legs. It was awful but she just couldn’t help herself! She was tingling all over and between her pussy lips she could feel a fresh flood of fluid gathering. Please Please Please don’t let them notice! Putting her hands on her head had lifted her boobs upwards and her nipples were sticking out like thorns right into the man’s face. He smiled at the look of desperation in her wild eyes. Consumed with shame she quickly closed them as the tape measure was wound around her back and cinched tightly across her chest.
For the next few minutes the man measured each part of the helpless teenager’s naked body. And ignoring her pitiful protests he ran his hands over every curve whilst at the same time taking the opportunity to investigate all of her “private” places. Throughout she twisted and squirmed, more so when his fingers rudely examined the slippery slit between her legs and the warm valley between her rear cheeks. She mewled loudly when his fingers slid across her stiff clitoral bud and then pressed inquisitively at her bumhole. Her Uncle Bryan simply stood and watched and smiled as Lisa’s face burned with shame whilst his friend took the most outrageous liberties with his writhing niece.
“So what style of under-things are you considering?” Brett Palt asked when he’d satisfied his curiosity.
“Well something young, girlish and practical for everyday wear. Simple white cotton would be ideal but whatever we choose needs to be nice and tight. I want to see every detail of that bulging pussy of hers!” They both laughed. “But we’d also like something more revealing and pleasing to the eye, something more er…how can I put it…sophisticated, if we decide to show her off at any time.” At that moment the young shop assistant walked into the room. She stared at Lisa with a superior look in her eyes as the naked girl’s cheeks flared red with embarrassment.
“Ah Milla could you get a teen bra and panty set please, one from the “Kitty” range in plain white and er…in a small,” said her smiling employer. “Once she’s ready bring her into the shop and we’ll check the fit.” The girl smiled slyly.
“Certainly,” she said before quickly walking off into the store.
Left alone in the small fitting room Lisa’s anxiety levels started to grow uncontrollably. She was naked and the horrid man had just touched her everywhere and he’d looked at her holes! She shivered. He’d measured everything, even the length of her pussy slit! She so wanted to go home. Trying not to panic she looked in the mirror and carefully examined her pussy. When she ran her fingers over her pubic mound she could feel a few tiny bristles starting to re-grow but when she touched her lips she couldn’t help gasping. They were swollen and slippery and incredibly sensitive. Much to her shame her clit was painfully stiff and clearly visible. Gently she nudged it with a fingertip and had to stifle a groan as a surge of pleasure shot through her belly. God she was so ashamed but sooooo turned on! Every awful thing that happened seemed to make her want to come! What was the matter with her? And why was she always so so wet! Without really thinking she tried to wipe away some of her sticky juices and almost screamed. The slight touch nearly made her come! Desperately she glanced around looking for something to wipe her hand on and at the same time trying to drive the dirty thoughts from her mind.
"What on earth are you doing Miss?" asked the shop assistant, looking at the naked blushing teenager. "And why are your fingers sticky?” Lisa jumped nervously and started to babble, she hadn’t heard the girl slip back into the cubicle.
"I…I…I mean…I don’t…I didn’t…”
"Oh my! Did you touch your pussy? Did you? You rude girl!” Milla chuckled. "I bet your Uncle will be really angry."
"Please don't tell him! Please!" A knowing smile crept across the older girl’s face as she allowed her hand to snake out. She pinched one of the swollen nipples. Lisa gasped.
"I’ll keep it a secret if you let me touch you right now."
"B…B…But..."
"No buts! Or shall I go and tell your Uncle?" With tears in her eyes the helpless schoolgirl nodded her agreement. She didn’t have a choice. Within seconds inquisitive fingers were spreading her juicy pussy lips wide apart.
“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Nnnnnnnnnooooooo!” she moaned.
“Wow! You really are a horny girl aren’t you? And so wet! You really like this don’t you? Being naked in front of people turns you on.” The fingers delved deeper causing Lisa to writhe and tremble.
“Please stop pleaseeeeeee!” she pleaded. Milla grinned and gripped one of the wobbling breasts and began to slide her fingers back and forth in the helpless girl’s tight hole.
"Relax,” she murmured.
"Lisa what’s taking you so long? Come out here NOW girl!" shouted Bryan Brite angrily.
“Damn it!” swore Milla under her breath as she quickly pulled her fingers from the slippery folds. "Take this and hurry up! Your Uncle is waiting.” Lisa moaned with frustration. She was on the verge of a delicious orgasm. A moment more and she’d have been there! She so wanted to come! But the feelings were instantly forgotten as she rushed to try on the underwear set. Fearfully she grabbed the bra, it looked tiny, like a ten year olds’ training bra! It was so small she could hardly fasten it and it immediately dug painfully into her ribs. Tightly squeezed together her breasts bulged obscenely but she didn’t have time to do anything about it.
“It’s not my size!“ she gurgled desperately. Milla was enjoying the young girl’s panic immensely.
“Nonsense it looks fine,” she said trying to stifle her laughter, “but I’d hurry up if I were you!”
"LISA! Come out here now or you’ll be punished!” Frantically Lisa pulled the tiny white panties up her thighs but they were far too small. They stopped a few precious centimetres below the bulge of her shaven pussy! Please No! She couldn’t go out there like this!
"LISA!" shouted her Uncle threateningly. Milla suddenly opened the curtain and pushed the half-naked girl out into the shop.
The two men smiled as they looked at the red faced teenager. Her generous breasts were spilling out from the brassiere, the cups only just covering her obviously very stiff nipples. Their eyes quickly focussed on the exposed flesh between her legs. Desperately she tried to conceal her “private place” with her hands. She hadn’t even managed to pull the panties up to her hips so every detail of her vaginal slit would be blatantly revealed.
“For goodness sake girl stand up straight! Get your hands at your sides. How are we going to see if things fit you if you huddle up like that?” Their smiles grew even wider when she did as she was told. She looked very erotic, the intentionally “too-small” garments drawing attention to her curves and accentuating her sexual parts, whilst her blushing face exposed the depth of her shame.
"Mom! Look at this girl showing her pussy," exclaimed the young boy as his eyes devoured Lisa’s obscene display. She gasped and closed her eyes, her cheeks flaming a deeper red as the awful humiliation washed over her.
"Oh my goodness!” exclaimed the woman. “What on earth is she doing standing there half naked? Is this child yours?” she asked as she turned towards the two men.
“Yes I’m afraid she is,“ responded Bryan Brite, shaking his head and glancing knowingly at his companion. The woman failed to notice the glance or the amused glint in his eye. “I’m so sorry. This is my niece Lisa. Unfortunately she tries to show herself off to perfect strangers at every opportunity. I can only apologise.” He shook his head once more.
“Lisa! Why didn’t you tell us the bra and panties were too small, go and change them immediately!” With her face burning Lisa scurried back into the changing cubicle.
"She seems very ill-mannered," commented the woman. “And obviously she has a wanton streak. It’ll need a firm hand to drive it out of her.”
“Oh yes, the matter’s under control. And have no fear her lewd behaviour will be severely dealt with.” The woman nodded but, Bryan noticed, didn’t move away. She was obviously eager to see what was going to happen next and also seemed unconcerned that her son was present. The boy’s face was pink with excitement. And I bet that’s not the only part of him that’s excited! thought Brett Palt to himself. They all stared expectantly at the curtain.
Milla was laughing quietly as she watched Lisa quickly strip off the tiny underwear set. Then she held out the flimsy panties.
“You’re to try these on next,” she said with a grin. Lisa stared at the lacy white knickers in horror. Consisting of a tiny triangle, which was totally transparent, and a rear string that would sit in the crack of her bottom it was obvious that they would cover hardly anything! Thankfully they did at least slide all the way up her legs. The fit, however, was very snug, to say the least. Looking in the mirror she cringed at what she saw. The thin material was completely see-through. Both the central slit, and the thickened lips, of her pussy were fully visible. What made it even worse was that the shape of the gusset squeezed the mound of her vagina so that it literally bulged out. All of her secrets were being exhibited to anyone who might happen to look! She wanted to cry it was so embarrassing. She jumped when she heard her Uncle’s angry voice,
“We’re waiting girl!” Lisa turned to the grinning assistant.
“Give me the bra, give me the bra!” she demanded frantically. Milla’s grin grew even wider.
“There isn’t one,” she said matter-of-factly.
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